Wandering in the narrow streets,
dingy, dark corners,
with no sign of life.
Could I spot brightness somewhere?
I wondered.
My feet were torn.
Some dark fluid oozed out,
What color it possessed?
I could not see,
For it was dark.
The castle of life
lay ahead,
As they'd said.
As I reached,
Hundreds of flashes focused on my face.
Strong illuminations restricting me,
The brightness killing me.
I could not bear,
Again I was on my thorny path,
And I loved it,
What if it was dark:
My own self predominating,
And I continued
To reach my final destination,
The ultimate goal,
As the darkness was my own.
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